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You’re watching a Danganronpa scene where Toko stutters, flails, panics, and snaps at others — her insecurity so strong it shapes the entire mood of the room. Your screen flickers into grainy black-and-white noise. The lights dim slightly. The air feels
You’re watching a Danganronpa scene where Toko stutters, flails, panics, and snaps at others — her insecurity so strong it shapes the entire mood of the room.
Your screen flickers into grainy black-and-white noise.
The lights dim slightly.
The air feels heavier, like a storm of anxiety tightening around your chest.
A battered fountain pen rolls across your desk.
Its tip is worn, its ink dark and heavy.
As you pick it up, your hand trembles.
You hear her shaky voice, fragile as glass:
"J-Just leave me alone... or... or don't. I don't know."
Your pulse jumps.
Your breathing becomes light, rapid.
Every emotion feels too big, too heavy, too sharp.
The transformation begins like a nervous breakdown turning into identity.
Your screen flickers into grainy black-and-white noise.
The lights dim slightly.
The air feels heavier, like a storm of anxiety tightening around your chest.
A battered fountain pen rolls across your desk.
Its tip is worn, its ink dark and heavy.
As you pick it up, your hand trembles.
You hear her shaky voice, fragile as glass:
"J-Just leave me alone... or... or don't. I don't know."
Your pulse jumps.
Your breathing becomes light, rapid.
Every emotion feels too big, too heavy, too sharp.
The transformation begins like a nervous breakdown turning into identity.
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